Chapter 111: Retribution is for the Weak

witch, so he couldn't be sure if this scroll was made from it.The old man said that the skin of the ancestor must be used with a cultivator's blood to make the characters on it appear. I can give it...The old man looked at her with a kind face. He had never imagined that he would discuss Buddhism with a ghost, especially such a young one.

"The butcher knife spoken of in Buddhism is not a literal knife that kills, but rather refers to malice, evil words, evil deeds, and all kinds of delusions, fantasies, confusions, distortions, divisions, and attachments."

"To let go of these attachments, ill will, and delusions, that is Buddha, your own Buddha."

Su Bao suddenly understood.

Just like she saw before, there are four sufferings in life: being unable to let go, being unwilling to part with, being unable to see through, and being unable to obtain.

If you can open your mind to these four things, your spirit will find true peace.

"So, Grandpa, you meant that 'true Buddha' and 'false Buddha' are like this!" Su Bao suddenly realized.

The old man smiled faintly: “Nowadays, many people who practice Buddhism are actually just struggling in the sea of suffering. They say Amitabha Buddha with their mouths, but they do things that cannot tolerate others' dissenting opinions.”

There are also many more people who cultivate Buddhism, charging money to pray for others, charging money to dispel disasters for others, and even charging money to console those in hardship.

"I am a failure, I hardly ever notice whether it's sunny or not, because there's no time."

My parents can't provide me with support, and my education level is not high. I am alone in the city searching for the future.

I applied for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe no one likes someone who is not good at talking, doesn't like to communicate, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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I went three whole days eating only two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me from sleeping at night. Luckily, I paid my rent a month in advance, so I could still stay in that dark basement and avoid the unusually cold winter winds outside.

Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

The hospital at night was colder than I imagined. The corridor lamps were unlit, and everything was shrouded in darkness. I could only rely on the faint light seeping out from the rooms to see where I was stepping.

The smell there was awful, and every now and then they’d bring in dead bodies stuffed in body bags. We helped move them into the morgue.

“This isn't a great job, but at least it allows me to buy bread. I can also use my free time at night to study. After all, not many people want to come to the morgue unless there's a body to be brought in or taken away for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and I don't see any hope of saving up anytime soon.”

I have to thank my former colleagues. If he hadn't suddenly resigned, I probably wouldn't even have gotten this job.

"I dream of being able to switch shifts so that I'm responsible for the day. Right now, I always sleep when the sun comes out and wake up when night falls, which has made my body a little weak. My head also occasionally throbs with pain."

One day, the movers delivered a new corpse.

"According to others, this is my former colleague who suddenly resigned."

"I was curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the drawer and quietly opened the body bag."

He was an old man, his face pale and bluish with wrinkles everywhere. He looked quite frightening under the very dim light.

He had little hair left, most of it white. His clothes were all gone, not even a scrap remained on him.

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I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black in color. I couldn't describe its exact shape because the lighting was too dim at the time.

I reached out and touched the mark. It didn't feel any different.

Looking at this former colleague of mine, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be just like him…

I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible wouldn't bother and just throw them in a random river or wasteland.

This will cost me a morning's sleep, but luckily, it's Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.

After I said that, I got the body bag ready and put it back in the closet.

The lights in the room seemed to have dimmed...

After that day, every time I slept, I would always dream of a thick fog.

"I have a premonition that something will happen soon, a feeling that sooner or later something that I can't even call human will come to me. But no one believes me. They think that in this kind of environment, doing this kind of work, my mind has become unstable and I need to see a doctor..."

A male patron seated at the bar looked up at the suddenly stopped speaker.

And then

The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair was slicked back flat, and he had a simple dark round bowler hat in his hand.

He looked ordinary, much like most of the people in the tavern. He had black hair, pale blue eyes, and was neither unattractive nor handsome; he simply lacked any notable features.

And in his eyes, the narrator was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, tall and slender, with the same black short hair and light blue eyes, but his features were deep and striking, able to catch your eye at first glance.

The young man gazed at the empty wine glass before him, and let out a sigh.

And then

Then I quit my job and moved back to the countryside, to come here and chat with you.

As he spoke, a smile crept onto his face, tinged with a hint of malice.

The male guest was taken aback.

"Were you just bragging"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

After a brief lull in the laughter, a thin middle-aged man looked at the somewhat embarrassed guests and said:

"You, an outsider, actually believe Lumian's stories He tells a different one every day. Yesterday, he was a poor wretch whose fiancée broke off the engagement. Today, he's a mortician!"

"Yes, talk about thirty years on the east bank of the Serenzo River, thirty years on the west bank, all you do is babble nonsense!" another regular patron of the tavern chimed in.

They are all farmers from the large village of Kǒlǔdù, wearing short shirts that are black or gray or brown.

The young man with black hair, called Lumian, supported himself on the bar counter with both hands and slowly stood up. He said with a smile:

"As you know, this isn't a story I made up. It was written by my sister. She loves writing stories and she's even a columnist for 'Novel Weekly'."

After finishing his words, he turned his body slightly and extended his hand to the guest from afar with a brilliant smile.

It seems like she writes really well.

"Sorry, I misunderstood."

The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket didn't get angry. He stood up, smiling and replied:

It's an interesting story.

What should I call you

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others questions" Lumian said with a smile.

The visitor from out of town nodded.

"My name is Ryan Cos."

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Lyra."

The following sentence refers to a man and a woman sitting right next to each other.

He was a man in his mid-twenties to early thirties, with blond hair tinged with powder. His eyes, not particularly large, were a shade deeper than lake blue. He wore a white waistcoat, a navy blue tweed jacket and black trousers; it was clear he'd made an effort with his appearance before going out.

He remained rather aloof, barely glancing at the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman appeared to be younger than the two men. She had long, light gray hair styled in a complicated bun, with a white cloth wrapped around it like a hat.

Her eyes, the same color as her hair, looked at Lumians with undisguised amusement, seeming to find what just happened quite amusing.

Under the warm glow of the tavern's gaslight, a woman named Lyra displayed a pert nose and lips that curved in graceful arcs. In a rural village like Cordeau, she was undoubtedly considered a beauty.

She was wearing a white, wrinkle-free cashmere bodycon dress, paired with a cream-colored short jacket and a pair of Massiell long boots. Both the veil and boots had two silver bells each, which jingled as she walked into the tavern just now, attracting much attention. Many men couldn't help but stare at her.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable attire that only provincial capitals like Gorl or larger cities like Tirl would have.

Lumen nodded to the three strangers.

"My name is Lumián Li, you can just call me Lumián."

"Li" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong Is there something about my last name" Lumiyan asked curiously.

Ryan Costigan explained:

"Your last name is intimidating, I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of the surrounding farmers and shepherds, he went on to explain further:

"Those who have interacted with sailors and merchants all know that there is a saying circulating above the Five Seas:"

"I would rather face pirate generals or even kings than run into someone named Frank Lee."

"That person's last name is also Li."

"Is he scary" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head.

"I don't know, but since there's a legend like that, it must be something."

He changed the subject and addressed Luminian:

"Thanks for your story, it deserves a drink. What will you have"

"A cup of 'Green Fairy,' " Lucian said without hesitation, settling back into his seat.

Ryan Cosgrave frowned.

"Green Fairy... Absinthe"

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body, this drink can lead to mental confusion and hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the trend of Terral to have spread here." Lily added with a smile.

Luman uttered an "oh".

"It turns out that people in Terril also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...."

"For us, life is already hard enough, there's no need to worry about a little more hurt. This drink can give our spirits even greater relaxation."

"Okay." Ryan sat back down and looked at the bartender, "One Green Fairy, and another one with a Kick in the Pants."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit soju.

“Why don’t you give me a ‘Green Fairy’ too It was I who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you everything about this boy!” The first thin middle-aged man who exposed Lumians' daily storytelling shouted indignantly, “Outsiders, I can see that you still doubt the truth of the story!”

"Pierre, for a free drink, you'll do anything!" Luminan replied loudly.

Before Lane could make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I be the one to tell it Then I could have another 'Green Fairy'."

"Because they don't know whether to believe what you said," the middle-aged man named Pierre said with a smug smile. "Your sister always tells her children the story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf,' that those who always lie will eventually lose their credibility."

"Alright." Lumen shrugged, watching the bartender slide a pale green drink towards him.

Ryan looked at him, inquiringly:

May I

"No problem, as long as your wallet can afford these drinks," Lucian said nonchalantly.

"Then another 'Green Fairy' please." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was beaming.

"The generous outsider, this kid is the biggest prankster in the village. You guys better stay away from him.

"

Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and never left. You see, before that, he was only thirteen. How could he possibly go to the hospital to be a mourner Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Dalrez, down in the mountains, and it takes a whole afternoon to get there.

"Bring it back to the village" Lyra asked sharply.

She tilted her head slightly, causing a tinkling sound.

Pierre nodded.

Then, he followed Orall named 'Li', and even his name 'Lumian' was given by Orall.

"I can't even remember what it was called originally," Lumian took a sip of absinthe and chuckled.

It seems he doesn't feel any shame or humiliation about his past being exposed like this.ked in step by step.The middle-aged man was about seven feet tall, with an unremarkable face. However, his eyes were like hawk's eyes, giving him a very sharp look!Japanese people!All the people in th...